Scarlet, Kaitlyn Spellman [ebook reader web .TXT] 📗

Sitting on the couch in the club I tapped my high spiked heels.
“Can we leave,” I asked my seriousness sending off onto everyone else. In the pit of my stomach I had this feeling we needed to be back at the kingdom.

“Just have fun for once Scar,” Lisa slurred drunk off of blood, I sighed and leaned back into the couch and continued to tap my foot. Looking around the gut feeling came back and I growled.

“I’m leaving.” Everyone stopped drinking there drinks and stood up with me. Walking towards the exit my dress flew after me and I took out my dagger. Once I stepped out of the club the music failed to stop blasting in my ear, and the lights still flash. Everyone gathered around me and looked confused while others that were drunk fought it off and tried to stay focus. I scuffed and flash to the kingdom’s gates. Slamming my heel into the gate it flew open and everyone entered. Halfway through the yard rouges came and attacked us, my gut feeling exploded inside of me and I cursed. Playing with the dagger I waited for one of the rouges to lung at me, once it did all hell broke loose. Grabbing the awful smell I twisted their arm and threw them into a statue. Stench worked its way up to me and I gagged, driving out the smell I continued to fight off the rouges until they were all non-moving.

“Scar are you okay,” Mike asked running towards me, I held up my hand telling him to stop and nodded. Why would he think other wise, of course I’m okay? Kicking the rouge on top of my foot off I stalked towards the main entrance of the mansion. Stepping inside you heard the clink of my heels and everyone rushed to see me.

“My lord, Scarlet are you okay,” my mum questioned running towards me then stopped grabbing one of the nurses and pulling them with her.

“Mum, I’m fine,” I reassured her as my father and the prince and king of the other kingdom came out because of the commotion. My head and eyes snapped towards them, they smelt like rouges.

“It was them, they planned this,” I accused pointing at the Prince and King. Turning around I faced all of my friends, Lisa was hanging onto Jesse for her dear life. Scanning her body I saw she had a cut across her stomach, before she could say anything to protest I grabbed the nurse and dragged her over to Lisa.

“Scar, I’m perfect, if you think this is bad look at yourself, you took all 10 of those rouges,” Lisa proclaimed and I ignored her. Scuffing I rolled my eyes and made my way back to my mum.

“Scarlet,” my father’s deep and deathly voice echoed the mansion. Snapping my eyes towards him my facial emotion didn’t change it was still mad, and serious.

“Yes father,” I asked innocently my voice like honey. He snarled hating the fact that I used such a voice, it only made me smirk. A pair of heels clicked against the marble floor while I made way towards my kingship.

“Father-dear, are you mad,” I questioned honey still dripping into my words. His face scrunched up knowing that I wasn’t afraid of him, that I didn’t cower back in fear.

“Scarlet, don’t be such a dimwit, why on earth would you assume such things, first that they planned for you’re failure, then that I am mad,” he hissed like a black racer snake would hiss at their pray. I arched my perfectly shaped eyebrow, is that what he thinks I am, his pray?

“No-no-no father-dear, you’ve gotten it all wrong I do not assume these things, I know them,” I stated the honey demolished from my voice covered by venom. Taking a step closer to my father I glared hatefully.

“Enough Scarlet,” my mother’s heavenly voice brought me back, turning around sharply I advanced over to my mother.

“Yes mother,” I told her sugar coating my words. Her light laugh echoed the room bringing a smile upon my cherry red lips. She hugged me tightly and I hugged back forgetting anything of my father. Pulling back from the hug I looked at my mother worriedly, that monster doesn’t deserve such a caring women.

“Scar, please let the nurse check you,” Hayley insisted and I groaned.

“Hay, please let me remind you that I am perfectly fine with a cherry on top,” I mocked her pleading, and stuck my tongue at her childishly and she did it back a smile developing on her small face. I heard an unfamiliar cough causing my eyes to snap towards the maker of it. Of course my eyes snapped over to the prince looking oh-so-bored.

“Am I boring you Prince,” I questioned fake concern taking over my teasing words. His light grey green eyes snapped up from the floor to me. His face mocked my father’s and scrunched up in disgust. Once again in response my eyebrow arched in questioning.

“Scarlet, go somewhere and stop being the monster you are,” my father ordered and I looked at him appall taking over me. He just ordered me to do something. My eyes flashed in challenge and I firmly stood in place.

“Father-dear, go somewhere where people want you, somewhere not here,” I retorted and my mother gasped, slowly I turned around and saw a knife to her throat. A breath got caught in my throat and I flashed behind my father carefully removing his hand from my mum’s neck.

“You wouldn’t do that in front of guest now would you Father-dear,” I questioned death lingering my words as I took his weapon and used it against him, poking the knife at his chest.

“Scar, put the knife down,” Mike begged and I ignored it, I am tired of my Father threatening my mum.

“Father, I only have one Mother, I don’t wish to lose her with that said if you ever go near her again with anything sharp or anything that can cause harm to her I am not afraid to end your life.” My father turned from predator to pray within an instant, knowing this his commanding eyes turned frantic and fearful.

“Scar, put it down,” Jack said and I slowly lowered the knife so it poking at his stomach.

“That’s not what I meant Scar,” Jack exclaimed and I dropped his knife, everyone became relieved until I pulled my own dagger out of my pocket and slid it across his chest watching the crimson blood soak his white dress shirt. Stepping away I wiped my dagger off on his sleeve and walked over to Jack. He looked disappointed but happy at the same time. Looking around the room everyone else had those two emotions mixed. What an odd bunch, I thought to myself as I put my dagger away.

“I put it down J, what do I get,” I questioned leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Fruit salad and a glass of wine-blood,” he stated and I smiled my favorite. I only suck up to Jack because he’s the chief. Clapping my hands together all of the maids went back to working and all my friends gather around me.

“Scar get yourself checked out, you don’t see what we see.” I scowled and the worst came to my mind.

“MY DRESS IS RUINED,” I squealed and frantically looked down to see blood and a lot of cuts in my brand new dress.

“Really Scar, that’s all you think about is your new dress,” Lisa questioned and I nodded frantically, she sighed and grabbed my arm pulling me into the kitchen. Sitting down on the stool I wondered who sent out all of those rouges, shaking my head I watched Jack cut the fruit into squares. Noticing we were in the kitchen he slid down my wine-blood and I thanked him. Taking the glass I took a sip and stood up. Stalking into the living room I saw the prince and King talking to my father trying to calm him down.

“Just give him a minute or two,” my mum explained into the silence, and then came a low growl from my father.

“Or a week,” I chimed in and took a sip of my wine-blood.

“What are you doing in here,” my father sneered as I sat down in a couch away from him.

“I live here don’t I father-dear,” I questioned sarcastically. Crossing a leg over my other I settled into a comfortable position and took another sip of my drink. The wine mixed with blood slipped down my throat soothing it. My father began to get up about to lung when I rolled my eyes and waved my pointer finger side to side.

“I didn’t come in here to bother you anyway, so King Gavin why are you here on such a beautiful night ruined by the distasteful viewing of my father,” I asked skeptically, my honey voice in disguise. Slowly he looked up from the maroon colored rug and searched my face.

“Business,” he answered not offering anymore. I rolled my eyes at the typical political answer and stood up and sat next to him.

“What type of Business,” I pressed wanting to know more. His glare hardened and looked away.

“Honey, go back to the kitchen Jack has your fruit salad,” my mothers soft dulcet voice wavered. Concern washed over me and I stood up clicking my heels as I walked towards her.

“What’s wrong mum,” I asked my eyes watering on the verge of tears, she never keeps things from me. She shook her head and pointed towards the kitchen.

“Mum, don’t lie to me, you can’t. Please mummy, tell me,” I begged my voice breaking at the thought of her lying to me, we’re in this together.

“Princess, your fruit salad is done,” Jack called and I was oblivious to it watching my mum shake.

“Honey, go nothing’s wrong,” she lied her voice on edge, sucking it up I looked over her my concern eyes piercing through her. Turning around I walked into the kitchen and slid into the stool taking a huge gulp of my wine-blood. Jack took a bowl and sat next to me placing it in front of me. I bit my lip some of me wanted to dig into the fruit and wipe cream while another part of me wanted to throw the bowl at my father. Jack as if he knew what I was thinking slid the bowl away from me.

“You can’t do that again,” he explained then slid it back to me while handing me a fork. I silently laughed and took a strawberry covered in wipe cream and ate it. Yummy.

“Lisa do you want a bite,” I asked with my mouth full of fruit. She smiled at my sudden mood changed and shook her head knowing that if she took some I would hate her.

“Why did you offer,” she questioned rolling her eyes sitting on the other side of me. I shrugged while taking a bit of melon.

“I love you Jack,” I exclaimed loudly but it came out nothing like that